Book of Wonders

On my lap a book is laid It’s black, its title gold The binding’s worn, the edges frayed It’s obviously old And yet, to me this book is worth Much more than treasures rare And if I searched across the earth There isn’t anywhere A single thing that’s worth as much As this unseemly book I open it with reverent touch And gladly take a look Within the well-worn covers are True tales of long ago Of kings and slaves in lands so far Who stood against the foe I read about the King of all– His immortality I read of Adam’s sinful fall And immorality I learn His judgments and His ways His justice, truth, and grace I learn His glory and His praise And how to seek His face What great and wondrous mystery Is wrapped within each word Both what has been, and what shall be Is written or inferred I read the age-old wisdom and The way to live my life I read that He will hold my hand Through any pain or strife What miracles my King has done! I know He’ll always win I read that He sent down His Son To rescue us from sin I read about my Savior’s deeds How He was wise and brave I read of how He’ll fill my needs What precious words He gave! I hear of how He died for me Then triumphed o’er the grave Because of Him, from death I’m free He came to seek and save I read of love so passionate Of hope and peace so free Encouragement so infinite My King has given me I shall not trust in fleeting bliss In hope or joy that dies His timeless book of wonders is My trust, my priceless prize